The electric drama (open titles)

“Mei, I miss you. I miss your metal body, your synthetic hair, your artificial breath.” “I’m here, Cheng. I am everywhere, always with you. I am pure spirit in the mega-machine.”

“My father’s name was Han. He was one of Olympus’ designers. He was in robotics. He was an artist. He wanted to create useful robots. Not just physically. He wanted them to help the whole living world. To be happy. His aim was peaceful coexistence: harmony.” “What did it happen?”, “The Council of the Chosen Ones did not agree with him. His robots - they said - had no specific purpose. They were useless. The tension grew. It was decided to prevent Han from designing more robots, he was removed from his duties. Even if disappointed, at first Han accepted the decision. But he soon disobeyed: one night he was discovered working on a new robot, capable of understanding much more sophisticated feelings than humans. The fact was considered very serious: he was punished with the most severe punishment: formatting”

“Terrible.” “I was twelve years old at the time, I would lose my status as Elected and be sent down here, to Kowloon, after being formatted. My father devised a way to save me: he gave me a cyborg body with all his highest robotic knowledge into it and sent me to the gutter. He passed me off as a “sentinel.” “A sentinel?” “Yes, one of many robots who, on behalf of the Chosen Ones, incognito guard what happens in Kowloon. Isn’t it ironic? The Council had the same idea: they used Han as a sentinel to fix the bugs within Kowloon’s system. And the bug he has to fix now is me.”